Echoes From the Campfire

The blindness I mean is blindness that keeps you from seein’ the truth.”
                    –Zane Grey  (Riders of the Purple Sage)

       “In their case, the god of this age has blinded the minds of the unbelievers so they cannot see the light of the gospel of the glory of Christ, who is the image of God.”

                    –2 Corinthians 4:4 (HCSB)
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Here is another one of the short yet poignant verses that we often overlook or easily glance at.  

               “And He was giving orders to them, saying, ‘Watch out! Beware of the leaven of the Pharisees, and the leaven of Herod.’”
                              –Mark 8:15(NASB)

J.B. Phillips translates it, “Keep your eyes open!  Be on your guard…”  Whereas, Henry A. Harbuck puts it this way, “Jesus began to [seriously] warn them, saying, ‘Be careful and watchful and be on guard…'”  Stay alert, be on guard–against what?  Leaven?  
     Jesus had just been asked for a sign whereupon He replied that there would be no sign given to this generation, then while talking with His disciples we find this verse.  Look first at the Pharisees; they were marked by hypocrisy.  The Pharisees wished to hold on to their self-righteous assumptions that they merited blessing from God, and so they had no place for a Savior.  Herod is marked by hostility.  He wished to hold on to the power he wielded over the people, so he had no place for the King.  Both were committed to a blindness to the truth; both were saying “I don’t want to find out what Jesus means, and I certainly will not accept that He is my Saviour or my King.”  Jesus is warning His disciples to guard against that attitude. (Alistair Begg)
     Paul writes to the Corinthians and also the Galatians warning them that a little leaven leavens the whole lump.  So what is meant by “leaven”?  This word for leaven is referring to the process of fermentation and is used as a symbol of corruption.  Leaven is often used to refer to evil in the Scriptures.  In other words, the disciples were told to be on the lookout for the evil fermentation of the Pharisees and Herodians.  William Barclay writes, “Be on your guard against the evil influence of the Pharisees and of Herod.  Don’t you go the same way that the Pharisees and Herod have already gone.”
     It must have been significant for Jesus to warn them.  “Giving orders” means to do so repeatedly.  The order stands and continues to stand.  “Take heed” is to become acquainted with and to think about the situation using discrimination (Swaggart).  There were to continually be doing this.  “They were to remain watchful and consider the ultimate consequences of this leaven of the Pharisees.” (Swaggart)
     I like what Alistair Begg says about this “leaven.”  “When pride rears its ugly head, it can lead us to judge the Scriptures rather than learning from them.  When we stand in judgment over God’s word, though, what we might regard as trivial and insignificant tweaking of truth will actually become leaven–the yeast–which spreads throughout the entire bread of our convictions.”  It is not up to us to declare that we have a better idea, or give our opinion as to what God actually meant.  We must accept Him for who His is and who He says He is.  
     There are many, and the numbers are growing, within and without the church, who say they have a better idea.  Or that this is what the Bible really says.  There are those who refuse to even hear the words of the Gospel, and dismiss flippantly that Jesus is the only way to God.  “That’s why people can read the Bible and see nothing–can listen to the gospel story and hear nothing.” (Begg)  They are more enlightened.  The disciples didn’t understand for they thought Jesus was talking about the fact that they had no bread.  Can it be that our ears are that dull of hearing and our mind loaded with fog?
     Remember, it only takes a little leaven.  Only a little sin here, and a little there.  Pretty soon the dough will be overflowing and it cannot be stopped as in a Three Stooges’ parody.  Do not be so proud as to assume that you do not need Jesus, and need Him in every part of your life.

 

The Saga of Miles Forrest

Three riders approached the cabin, their horses riding through the tracks left by the men hours before when they left.  After dismounting, one man, seeming the leader, pushed Doc Jones towards the cabin.  “Take care of the horses, Benny,” he gritted, the cold making his face stiff.  Then he shoved Doc again, “Inside!”
       Upon entering the cabin, they were greeted by a blast of warmth coming from the fireplace to the back of the room.  To the right was a cot with a man lying on it.  Another man was sitting in a chair in front of the fire, his face haggard from pain.  The two men took off their coats, with a nod from one, Doc Jones moved to the man on the cot.  “Remember, Doc, he dies so do you.”
       Doc arrived at the side of the little bed.  Looking down, his eyes widened.  He then glanced over at the man near the fire.  Turning he started to say something, but the man at the fire quipped, “Too late, he’s already dead.”
       The eyes of the man, widened in anger toward the voice.  “You were to keep him alive!”  He drew his gun pointing it at the man in the chair.
       “Don’t Goss!  There was nothin’ I could do, not with my arm the way it is.”
       Doc Jones was bending down beside the man on the cot, examining him.  “There was nothing he could have done for this man.  His insides were all torn up by the bullet.”  The man leveled his gun then at Doc, anger filled his face when the door burst open.  The man called Benny entered.  Goss turned quickly taking a step toward the man, his gun now on him.  “Goss!” hollered the man from the fire.
       Something clicked in the man as he lowered his gun, then started walking to the cot, holstering it on the way.  “Get out of the way!” he snapped, pushing Doc Jones from the man.  Doc went to stand beside the man at the fire.  Goss knelt down at the bedside, grasping the hand of the dead man.  “Bill, you stupid fool,” he muttered in anguish.
       He sat there for several moments in silence, then stood drawing his gun again.  “I guess I don’t need you anymore.”
       “You’ve a wounded man here.  I need to check his arm or he could get gangrene or lockjaw,” shouted Doc.  “So don’t get hasty with that gun or another one of your men will die.”
       “Goss, for goodness sake, let him look at my arm.  It’s painin’ me something fierce.”
       Benny started moving toward the fire wanting to get warm.  “Dave, he’s right.  At least let the doctor look at Mason’s arm.”
       “Let’s go over by the lamp on the table.”
       Dave Goss grabbed the nearly full whiskey bottle that was on the table, then took the chair where Mason had been sitting.  He didn’t watch the two, only stared into the fire.  Benny leaned forward, “I’m sorry about Bill, I truly am.”  Goss turned his gaze momentarily to his comrade, then took a drink straight from the bottle.
       Doc Jones had cut both the shirt sleeve and undershirt off the man.  “Mister, this arm’s in bad shape.”  He looked over at Goss, “What happened for two of you to get shot up?” he asked, then hesitated before adding, “you must be Dave Goss.  Didn’t know you were in the region.”
       “Well, you know it now,” Goss snarled.  “Take care of him while you can still do something useful.”
       Doc looked at the man as he began to clean the blood from around the wound.  “Want to tell me what happened?”
       The man, Mason, looked over at Goss who simply shrugged his shoulders, taking another drink.  “Got shot in Cortez,” he stopped, looking at Goss again before continuing.  “Robbery went sour.”
       The man groaned as Doc Jones began his examination.  In a few minutes, he looked at the man shaking his head.  “Mister, that bullet shattered your bone, and that isn’t all it’s still in your arm.  Any movement could cause the bullet or one of the bone shards to cut an artery.  Son…” he was interrupted by someone pounding on the door.
       There was silence, but tension filled the room.  “Benny, see who it is.”
       Opening the door, a man stood there, “I saw the smoke and hoped I might come in to get warm, and maybe spend the night.  I was going to try to make it to Mancos, but my horse is plum wore out.”
       He didn’t wait to be invited in, but stepped inside the cabin.  “I hope I’m not a bother,” he said, nodding at the men, his eyes stopping momentarily on those of Doc Jones.
       “You best just go on your way, Mister,” came the voice of Benny at the door.
       “Can’t, my horse would never make it.  Let me warm up and I’ll go out to care for him.  If’n yuh have some coffee I sure could use a cup.  Don’t mind me, I’ll stay out of your way, I just want to get warm.”
       The stranger walked with assurance over to the fire standing to the right of Goss stretching out his hands toward the fire.  “Looks like you’ve had some trouble here.”
       “Mister, you don’t know the half of it…”

 

Echoes From the Campfire

Nothing in his life had prepared him for things to turn out right. When they did, he was pleased, when they did not, he was ready.”
                    –Louis L’Amour  (The Quick and the Dead)

       “Nevertheless I tell you the truth. It is to your advantage that I go away; for if I do not go away, the Helper will not come to you; but if I depart, I will send Him to you.”

                    –John 16:7 (NKJV)
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Why are you suffering?  Is it that God is disciplining you because of sin, or perhaps it is just life?  Maybe, upon chance, God is using you to thwart the plans of Satan, to use you as an example as He did Job.  It is important to check out the possible causes, but remember that “hardship is not always the evidence of disobedience” (George Wood).  Keep those thoughts in mind as we finish the final portion of Psalm 107.

          33 — He turns rivers into wilderness, and the watersprings into dry ground;
          34 — A fruitful land into barrenness, for the wickedness of those who dwell in it.
          35 — He turns a wilderness into pools of water, and dry land into watersprings.
          36 — There He makes the hungry dwell, that they may establish a city for a dwelling place,
          37 — And sow fields and plant vineyards, that they may yield a fruitful harvest.
          38 — He also blesses them, and they multiply greatly; and He does not let their cattle decrease.
          39 — When they are diminished and brought low through oppression, affliction and sorrow,
          40 — He pours contempt on princes, and causes them to wander in the wilderness where there is no way;
          41 — Yet He sets the poor on high, far from affliction, and makes their families like a flock.
          42 — The righteous see it and rejoice, and all iniquity stops its mouth.
          43 — Whoever is wise will observe these things, and they will understand the lovingkindness of the LORD.  (NKJV)

     Why do bad things happen to good people?  I don’t have the complete answer, but it may just be that they are “along for the ride” of God’s punishment because of the wickedness of the people.  When the storms come they will come upon the wicked and the righteous alike.  There were righteous people in Judah when the Chaldeans came to destroy the city and take the people captive among them Jeremiah and Daniel.  They became victims along with those who caused the invasion from the hand of God.  My wife and I watched recently the old version of “The Hiding Place.”  A Christian family, the Ten Booms, faced the onslaught of fascism and went to the concentration camps where they died except Corrie.
     However, God’s discipline is only for a season.  When His people cry out He restores them.  When the righteous suffer, God will call their oppressors into account.  God will bring punishment upon them. (Lawson)  And here I’ll bring a little sidenote:  ponder verse 40.  Those who have made themselves “princes.”  That means all those who set themselves above God, refuse His guidance, commandments, and counsels, He will cause them to “wander in the wilderness where there is no way.”  Those who do right in their own eyes are thinking that they are princes and kings of their lives, but will find themselves lost…wandering.
     Psalm 107, was the psalm read by William Bradford when the Pilgrims landed at Plymouth Rock.  He used it to describe their plight prior to coming ashore, then he read the climax of the psalm–verses 42 and 43.  In all things, loss and gain, good and bad, we can learn something of the goodness of God.  F.B. Meyer wrote, “Love broods over the weary caravan that faints in the desert; visits the prison house with its captives; watches by our beds of pain; notices each lurch of the tempest-driven vessel; brings the weary hosts from the wilderness into the fruitful soil.  Detected everywhere is the loving-kindness of the Lord.”  
     Go back and reread the complete psalm, then consider the prayer of George O. Wood, “I’m considering Your great love for me today, Lord, and I admit it’s way over my head.  You heard my cry when I was lonely, trapped, sick, and in a storm.  My unworthiness didn’t stop You for a moment.  You, who touch untouchables, also took firm hold on me and I thank You.”

               “My times of sorrow and of joy,
               Great God, are in your hand;
               My choicest comforts come from you
               And go at your command.
               If you would take them all away,
               And all my world be gone,
               I’d still seek lasting happiness
               In you and you alone.”
                        –Benjamin Beddome

 

Coffee Percs

Ever think what a comfort it was to squat beside a camp fire on a cold night, or drink a hot cup o’ coffee at three o’clock of a roundup mornin’?” 

                         –Ernest Haycox  (Grim Canyon)
 
Brrrr, Pard, the ol’ starter gets harder to start as it is, don’t need the cold a drivin’ at my bones.  I can remember some cold nights around a campfire and even colder mornin’s.  One time, over on the South Llano, we were campin’.  It got down to 19 degrees.  Now my sleepin’ bags at the time were good to around 28 degrees; needless to say, it was cold when I lumbered out of bed in the mornin’ to get the fire goin’ and the coffee started.  Shiverin’ now just thinkin’ of it.
       I see yuh made it out this mornin’.  Cold again…but I’ve got the coffee on and it’s plenty hot and strong.  Made plenty of soups this week, and a pot of chili verde the other night.  Those sure helped to keep the innards warm.  Go ‘head, drink it up, there’s plenty in the pot.  We might as well finish it all up ‘fore goin’ back out in the cold.  Hmmm, endless cycle–cold, then come in for coffee, the back out in the cold, then more coffee.  Why just the traipsin’ back and forth helps keep a body warm.
       Thinkin’ ’bout the cold brought to my mind a thought of those out there who are really sufferin’ from the cold; a cold of a different sort–coldness of the heart.  There’s cold heart among spouses, cold hearts against former friends, cold hearts with family members, but the worsest sort of cold heart is that against the Lord.  I recall that the good Lord said that because of the increase of wickedness the love of many will grow cold.  Pard, I think that’s in Matthew 24.  Aren’t we seein’ that ’round us today?  Folks could care less ’bout what the Bible says, or they want to be givin’ their own opinion of it rather than acceptin’ it as the Lord intended.  
       Pard, as that coffee warmed up yur gizzard, be sure an’ get in the Bible to keep yur soul warmed.  Might even have to stir the coals some to get the flame a-goin’, but yuh sure don’t want to let it grow cold.  Why, Pard, a cold campfire ain’t no good to no one!  A body can’t get warm, can’t get the water to boil for coffee–a cold, dead campfire is good for nothin’ but to tell someone that there used to be one there.
       Yuh, be havin’ a good Sunday tomorrow, let the flame of the Holy Spirit warm up that spirit within yuh.  Stay on the right trail, be wary of hostiles, guard the truth so be sure yur guns are loaded and ready, for the mercies’ sake Pard, check that cinch ‘fore yuh mount up.
        Vaya con Dios.